You ask,
“What is the Wind?”
Oh, that is the breath of sisters
Moving across space and time
Traveling through the trees
And moving among the hearts of all creatures.
That is Gaia setting loose her silver hair
Each strand, setting loose
A shining constellation of stars
Shining brightly to let her sister, Luna know
The day is done.
You ask,
“What is the Wind?”
That is Luna.
Hearing her sister, Gaia
She climbs Jacob's Ladder
With her skirt swirling
Steadily she moves closer
Rung by rung
Rising to embrace
To kiss the face
Of her dear sister.
On this evening
As on every evening
Since the beginning of time
These two sisters come together
To sip from the Milky Way
And whisper stories of their time spent apart.
